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If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. "No, I don't. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Passing thought. He was here shortly after the young man was taken ill. He might spend the rest of his days at McClintock's in perfect security. And nearly all these things were fearfully ill-paid.
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